Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you changed from greatness
Become a byproduct of all for the paper regardless
The see you as a old-ass artist
The McCartneys past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
on your path, stay on your craft
They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on ass
What's in a name? in a name? Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's
I in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I seen the do it with a great queen
What these kings have in common? They had who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who ready
They the unhappiness of the greats
They don't a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways
To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was
A Vandross, the cure, the antidote

A milligrams, make sure you don't overdose
Turned to a businessman, used to 'em in the cold
Cold gang, get exposed, stories get told
You glamorize the game, it a glorious road
Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, off the rip
King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean
The cure, love all the
Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with

the credits

Cuban QB chain belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you my twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce just 'cause it go with the moment
on the chain, got his medallion, I won't
Insinuate imitation 'cause I his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my to my son's shit
Steak bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork
I'm studied like a book by
They give me looks of envy, I took the
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the
On my Rick James
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life already
Life's simple but heavy, shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I been through that shit
goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
We looked at as a way of resolving our problems
My moms cooked food, but of my niggas was starving
And whatever they was to do, I was with 'em regardless
Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the
The was sharper, my predictions was on it
No fortune teller, going off regular signs
Niggas often tell ya they
Without a word, just reading they
Wasn't needin' no
Corner executive in ghetto hell
Where yell especially over necklaces
Life is karma
Whatever you dish out back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your
That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas
Play the Clue for old verses
Messin' my homies' lives up, Nas will rise 'em up
Like they wasn't live enough, lives I've touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, drinkin' three at on some Bridge shit
Wearin' and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit
Party gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge

Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge
Shooter on
live forever

We go a lot
And nobody wanna hear about what we go
And cool too
man go through the same Mondays and Fridays
Same sun, moon, and
just how you stand like a man